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A/N: Welcome to the story, I hope you enjoy. This story will span over the entirety of the marauder years at Hogwarts so I plan to be doing this for awhile, so I hope you stick with me for the journey. Please review and all that jazz.

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Freak

'FREAK!' Petunia spat as she slammed her hand against Lily's causing the small daisy to float to the ground. Lily looked taken aback at her sister's reaction. Lily's sister had called her many things but not freak, never freak. The way she spat it across her lips made Lily feel as though she really meant it. She felt a ball form in her throat and tears sting her eyes, but she wouldn't cry, after all if she did, it would be admitting she was a freak.

Lily wondered where this had all come from, yesterday Petunia was gasping in wonder when Lily had showed her the trick with the flower. Petunia had stared at her sister in wonder and admiration and had asked Lily how she had done it. Truthfully Lily wasn't entirely sure how she had made that flower blossom at will, but she had told Petunia to hold the flower and concentrate hard until it happened. They had spent all afternoon working at it, Lily had made many flowers open and close at her will and was now attempting to have them hover around her head like a crown.

Petunia on the over hand, still had the same small flower in her hand. She had scrunched up her face so tightly Lily was sure, like her mother had said, that if the wind had changed Petunia's face would be stuck like it forever. The thought had made her giggle.

Hearing the laugh coming from her sister, Petunia's face sharply turned to her and scowled. How dare she laugh at her. Petunia looked at the small flower bud in her hand and felt the threat of tears burn around her eyes. She squeezed her hand shut and crushed the flower feeling her nails tear it apart. She looked towards her sister and back at the crushed flower in her hand, humiliation spreading across her cheeks. Petunia got to her feet determined not to let Lily see her face. She tossed the crushed flower at her sister and turned towards the top of the hill, where just beyond was a small cul-de-sac containing their home.

'Tunie? Where are you going?' Lily called as she got to her feet brushing flower away from her.

Petunia simply walked ahead as if she had not heard her sister call out. It had suddenly occurred to Lily as she watched Petunia's feet carry her away that when she had giggled at her sister's face, Petunia had probably thought Lily was laughing at her. Lily quickly scrambled towards Petunia calling out 'Oh Tunie look, I wasn't laughing at you because you couldn't do it; I just thought your face was funny all scrunched up like that.

When Petunia didn't stop Lily called out, 'Please Tunie don't be jealous that you can't do it, it doesn't matter! It's just a stupid little trick I can do!'

As soon as Lily had said the words she knew they were the entirely wrong ones to say. Thinking back on this particular moment in the future an older Lily wondered if it was this moment that a true rift was created between them, it had gone beyond the usual squabbles of young sisters. Lily had thought that perhaps if she had said something different or handled the situation differently maybe her relationship with her sister would be different. But one thing was certain, Lily was fully aware that announcing that Petunia was jealous of her was perhaps worst thing she had ever done. It had been abundantly clear that Petunia was jealous of her far before the whole trick with the flowers happened. Lily was the younger of the two by three years. She had a close relationship with her father. Her mother coddled her as she was the baby of the family. When the two would get in trouble, Petunia would come off worse as she was the oldest and supposed to set an example. Lily knew both her parents loved them equally but to Petunia, Lily was the one they loved more, cared about more and would rather have around them.

Yes, Petunia was very jealous of her sister and in that moment, Lily pointing out this jealousy caused something to snap within her. Petunia spun on her heal, her face contorted into a menacing glare as she looked down at her sister.

'I. Am. Not. Jealous!' She spat enunciating each word. 'Especially of a Freak like you! ' Petunia finished as she spat the last word, her face was beet red and her eyes full of tears and without another word she stomped away out of site leaving Lily with herself.

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Lily had stood there for what seemed liked hours, just staring at the spot where Petunia had stood and said those words. Words that had shook Lily to her very core. Words that would stay with her for the rest of her life.

'Freak'

The word swam across her mind, invading every crevice. Maybe Petunia was right, it wasn't like all these "tricks" where normal. Lily had never met anyone who could do the things that she could do. Finally, her body seemed to catch up to her mind and she felt the hot tears course down her cheeks. They fell and didn't stop, Lily made no attempt to wipe them away, she simply stood in the same spot staring at where her sister had been.

About ten feet away from Lily, stood a massive sycamore tree. It's roots where intertwined with each other weaving in and out of the ground. The roots lead up to a magnificent tree that had been alive for decades. It was far older than Lily and even her mother. Perching just behind the tree was a small boy. His hair was long ending at his shoulders. It was jet black: partially hiding just how dirty and matted it was. His eyes stared at the girl that he had learned was called Lily in awe.

As he gazed upon her, he watched as the sunset cascaded over her figure. Her fiery red hair that was both thick and long was quite the contrast to his matted, dark locks. He couldn't see her face but he could hear her crying. He wanted to walk over to her, to comfort her. He felt that she shouldn't be crying, he really didn't want to see her cry. It was that stupid muggle's fault for making her cry just because she couldn't do any magic.

The battle in his mind went back and forth as to whether he should go up to her or leave her be. She seemed so upset, he felt as though his presence would only scare her. He had been planning to for days now to introduce himself, ever since he watched her perform magic. But he didn't want to risk her running away from him. She was like him and he didn't know anybody like him except his mother but she had died when he was five. Loneliness had consumed him for five long years after his mother's passing. He lived with his muggle father who barley tolerated him and he had no friends. He was an easy target for bullies as he wore old, ripped charity shop clothes that had seen better days. It was widely known in his school that he was poor. One boy, Robby, had once dared to strike a friendship with him. It had ended with Robby running away in fear and whole escapade had ended in blood. Even the bullies had stayed away after that particular incident.

The boy looked at the girl. She stood very still, occasionally sniffing. He knew very well how she was feeling, to be rejected by someone you loved was an awful experience. He had almost gone to meet her this morning when he saw her come over the hill but then that stupid muggle had to come trapesing down with her. Then that stupid muggle had had the audacity to call Lily a freak! If anyone was the freak it was her! His blood had boiled hearing it.

The boy had made up his mind and he felt his legs pull him out behind the tree and step towards the girl. He was about to call out to her when she took off towards the top of the hill and over it. He watched until she was gone and out of sight. He stood there a little dumbly looking after her. Finally, he sighed and kicked the grass; trust him to finally build up the courage to talk to her and have her run off. At least she hadn't seen him and then sprinted off. That would have stung. He watched the spot she had been in much like she had watched the spot the blond girl had been in. He sighed once more, turned and walked away. Tomorrow he would return to try again.

He might have missed his chance at an introduction today but he could think of one good thing that came out of the day. It sounded like the blond girl wouldn't be returning anytime soon. Hopefully, he would get the chance to talk to Lily by herself.

A/N: Thank you for reading! And just to mention, the story will also focus of a few different characters and development not just Lily and snape. I hope you stick with it. Please review!